Or, how to practice dying.
I'm looking at the title of your newsletter, The Creativity Gap. It seems you've just described the heart of it—having surrendered into a gap of timeless presence by willing to let go of everything, even your own life, and then being flooded with the gift of wakeful perception, seeing the sublimity of what has been there all along. Real spirituality seems to be the practice of being able to extend our stay in such a gap when we stumble into it. In the absence of a culture that has the type of rituals or wisdom traditions that Michael Dean described in his last newsletter these accidental "trips" into the heart of reality are precious indeed. May it linger long.
Your dad’s photo of beautiful, as I happen to like blurred (and unfocused) photography. But to me his idea, his thought, his intention to take this photo in his condition and send it to you is even more beautiful. Almost a reminder of the humanity of every imperfect gesture disguising a perfect thought.
"I felt like a survivor, which is much different than feeling like I'm surviving" is powerful perspective.
Love your dad’s picture. A friend of mine’s boyfriend owns a stretch pink hummer and rents it to spring breakers. Haha